Thursday, January 31, 2019

They Dance Alone

I watch John Cusack movies and wonder what it is about him that rivets my soul. I am shaken, stirred and I can't explain it.

It's the aloneness despite the company, the profound sadness and the even more profound rage. Fingering a copy of Tenessee Wiliams' plays, talking about David Foster Wallace, trying to find some way out of this chaos and attrition.

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About Me

I am a product of long corridors, empty sunlit rooms, upstairs indoor silences, attics explored in solitude, distant noises of gurgling cisterns and pipes and the noise of wind under the tiles. Also, of endless books. (CS Lewis)